The welcome rain comes pouring down,

Doubtful people rush outside,

To take forgotten things inside,

Those who didn’t sport a frown.

Pitter patter all around,

Children bored, now what to play?

Board games? Drawing? What a day!

Crash! Bang! Thunder! welcome sound.

The sky is getting very dark,

Flowers welcome every drop,

Grass is greener by the hour.

Kids are missing the local park,

Mums fed up with saying stop,

Let’s make cakes, now where’s the flour?